[I. These that be certaine signes of my tormenting]
These that be certaine signes of my tormenting
These that be certaine signes of my tormenting,
no sighes be they, no sighes, nor any sigh
showeth, those haue their truce sometime, these no relenting, these no relenting,
not so exhales the heat that in me gloweth, fierce Loue, fierce Loue that
burnes my hart, makes all this venting, fierce Loue that burnes my hart, makes all this
venting, while with his wings the raging fyre he bloweth, while with his wings the
raging fyre he bloweth, say Loue, say Loue with what deuise thou canst for euer,
keepe it in flames & yet consume it neuer, keepe it in flames
and yet consume it neuer, and yet consume it neuer.